Happy Hour at Chez Animal Hair Can I get you a drink?

So I’ve been listening to this Podcast, which is like a radio show. It’s called the Real Happy Hour. It’s a blog that has an audio link to listen. It’s basically 3 people sitting around getting drunk and talking. It’s pretty darn funny. At one point, the woman says, “This measuring glass says Measuring Glass on it. What would I think it was if I couldn’t read?� I laughed out loud.

Check it out.
The Real Happy Hour

I’m adding to the links at the right too.

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Greg liked the movie. He said it was good. Not spectacular…but good. He said he’d see it again. Which is good, cause I still want to.

Not much else is new. I’m at work and there are some clients here. They’re making strange noises in the hallway. Or maybe that’s my co-worker. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

I have so many CD reviews to do it’s not funny. Anyone want to help me? It’s not that I don’t have the time. I could be doing it right now…but I just am not feeling it. I am tired of critiquing music. Hopefully that feeling will go away in a few days.

I really want to go to HH but it’s not nice out. In fact it’s damn cold.

NP: Coles Whalen (I love this CD, I just want to enjoy it and not write about it)
NR: When the Crow Flies

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Tonight Greg is going to see the new “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” movie. A friend of ours got some free passes to a special premiere. I would like to see it too, but I’m guessing Greg will like it so much that he’ll see it again. Here’s hoping!

So this evening I will spend with the wife of the person Greg is going to the movie with. We will watch TV, have drinks, and eat pizza rolls. mmmmmmmm….

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My Dad sent me this story:
“She nearly caught Ketchum”

It’s written by a woman who’s mother almost married my father! My dad was a local celebrity when I was a kid (sort of still is). So she’s talking about how she always wished her mom had married him instead (not really, I’m sure).

It’s so bizarre to think that someone else could have had my life. Not that I wouldn’t trade some parts in given the chance, but most of the ones surrounding my Dad were pretty good!

The story will only be there for a short time, so I may have to post it somewhere so those of you coming late can read it.

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This at the bottom of today’s spam:

the body of a murdered man was found, at about the distance of three
not like to remain out late at night; whereas Steerforth, lying at
taken leave of her senses. Please to get me a glass of water.

WTF? I sounds like someone took some text, a story or whatever that was written in a language other than English and then send it through Babelfish. Upon further investigation (yes, I am looking for things to do OTHER than work) I see the email originated from someone at the domain decadi.com. It’s a site written in French. Some political thing. Weird. Ok I just wasted like 2 hours reseraching that

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So some hag stuck a note on my car telling me I can’t park in my own driveway because it overlaps the sidewalk. I wondered about that when we moved in, but everyone I asked said it was OK. Neighbors, owners, realtors, etc all said it was fine. There are several homes in our neighborhood that are situated like that and everyone parks that way. So why single me out? Oh because she was probably pushing a baby carriage and had to go 1 foot out of her way. Can’t she use the other side of the street if she hates it so much? Or better yet, move out of my neighborhood if you don’t like other people. Sheesh. I love my neighborhood, but I have had run-ins now with two (or maybe even the same) jerks who make my business theirs. They can fuck off.

Anyway, I have a call into the city to find out if it’s OK. One woman I spoke to first said she didn’t think it was. but when I told her I’d been parking that way for nearly a year with no incident and the mailman even parks there to deliver our block, she second guessed it and transferred me to someone else who was not in. Have not heard back.

A few months ago there was an accident in the alleyway RIGHT next to my car. I only know this because I got up that morning and there was a police report on the windshield. Don’t you think that if I was parked illegally something would have been said when the damn police were there? (My car did get scuffed and it cost $700 to get it fixed, $250 of which I had to pay for–nice).

So all in all, not a fabulous day.

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If I had known SPAM was this entertaining I might open it occasionally.

I never open spam, but we are having a strange issue at work where one of my co-workers is getting mail that is addressed to someone else. I asked him to forward it to me so I could look at the headers. So I opened it up and it was an ad for cialis. But at the very bottom of the email in small letter was this:

Traddles had to indicate that I This is a fine, bright, caller place to get shot in, says Alan
turned away without any ceremony; and left him doubled up in the on board his ship on an agreement, its my notion he would have proved
TIME OF THE NIGHT. – LADY, she said, WE ARE KINSFOLK, WE ARE BOTH COME extremely suitable; I shivering in my shirt and breeks; he with very
have some regretful feeling towards her old companion and her eyes waver, Mr. David.
noble fellow, Starry Vere. Spite the gazettes, Sir Horatio meaning when he was lying; and for one thing, his moments of dejection must
No need, O Steerforth, to have said, when we last spoke together, inarticulate sound proceeding from certain larger sea-fowl, whose

Whose what?! You can’t keep me hanging like that!
Breeks are some kind of English riding knickers, shown in the photo above. See, you learn something new each day…and from Spam no less. Hey, where’s that guy’s upper body? Just askin’

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… the cutest puppy I’ve seen in a long time.

My homepage in my browser is Yahoo and it shows me pets that are waiting to be adopted. Usually they are cute, but this one…oh my!

Maybe any dog would look cute in compairson to mine this morning. We had a rough night. Well, Dudley, you know, the perfect dog? He was fine. He was upstairs sleeping while Murphy and Bear decided to take apart the garbage and proceed to eat the contents.

This is bad for a number of reasons. One being, Murphy ate an entire wedge of cheese (good expensive cheddar) at the house concert on Friday night. Just jumped right up on the table and helped himself. So his gut was already not in tip top condition. Then on top of the cheese, the garbage contained a half of a thawed frozen pizza that had been in there since Saturday night. Why was a half of a frozen pizza in the garbage, you ask? Well, because on Saturday night we took it out of the freezer and turned our backs for 5 seconds which was Murphy’s opportunity to grab it off the table and eat half of it before we could pry it from his teeth.

The other really bad thing, is that the garbage also contained chicken wing bones which can splinter in their stomaches. So I am thinking that there will be a vet trip soon. I’m glad G has the week off work and can tend to that sort of thing.

It’s supposed to be 75 and sunny today. I want happy hour!!

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Well, Rachael Sage was fantastic, as expected. She was silly, chatty, warm, friendly, sweet and highly entertaining. Really, if you have not had the pleasure of seeing her live, you must.
[Go to her site right now]
and find out if she’s coming to your town soon and if so, go go go.

She did tell me that she doesn’t always talk so much throughout the songs in other places, but does here. Must be something about the atmosphere. She literally talks through the songs, as in “la la la…that reminds me…” and then goes into a story while she is still playing. It’s hilarious.

She apologized for doing that but honstly, I love that. I mean I can hear the song in it’s entirety on the CD, when I see someone live I want to see more of THEM.

What a fun entertainer.

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